Meaty-
Lesseee... Boss is thinking about moving, so if you can figure where she's moving to and get a 5 year degree by the end of the summer.... yeah, she's fair game.
Job- Requires a 5 year engineering degree and passing an 8 hour exam, go nuts.
Body fat%- PB, baby, PB. All it was was eating right, flinging around a sledgehammer and gratuitous walking.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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First off, you ain't fat. Second off, I had to fight to get from 135 to 120. I mean FIGHT (fighting against hypothyroidism here). And I'm actually gonna have to possibly cut dairy to get down to 115.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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Alright, so I bombed today. Pain is NOT conducive to eating right. Chocolate ice cream (with sugar), chocolate shell, AND 2 yeast rolls.
Other than that, taco salad with leftover shishkebab meat and salsa'd pressure cooker brisket. And cheddar and pepper jack. Didn't do a damn thing to work out either. Again, gratuitous pain. I apologize to anyone I've bitched at that didn't deserve it, it was the pain talking. I'm gonna go find the heating pad again.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I'm thinking I may go back to my writing. I gave it up during college and when I first got here because I simply didn't have the time. I have these ideas swirling around, begging for paper, but until now have been on back burner. I picked up some of my favorite books and, as always, ideas smashed together from books A, B, and C and coalesced into a plot starting point or character for a story. I have too much creative process for my own good, I suspect.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I actually look a lot like Winry. Check out my profile pic.
Have a story called (so far) "The Lady and The Gentleman" I've started, futuristic scifi life after supervillainy type thing. I know it sounds cliche, but I'd like to think I'm taking a different road.

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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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